Everything Shetland

Going home

The flight is full and starting to board according to bank account size!

The Edinburgh flight landed fine, vaguely only time and happily into good old Scottish drizzle. I have just completed my ten mile hike away from the thriving shops, restaurants and bars of the airport to the far reaches of an outer galactic quadrant that is the home of Gates 26, 27 and 28.

Apparently the Shetland flight is leaving from the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying “Beware of the Leopard”. (D. Adams)

It is no better at Aberdeen airport. Shetland is considered the poor relation. An embarrassing destination, really. One we don’t or shouldn’t talk about.

And I’m home!

Total phew. The sunset as Daisy drove me home was spectacular. Everyone was pleased to see me, including BeAnne, Monster and the sheeple. The house was clean and OH had cut his hair.

When the parents and I were traveling, it didn’t matter the size of the destination .. the gate was always at the farthest point from our entrance into the airport, whether from the Checkin or from an arrival gate.
In all the years I traveled for work, same. I can probably count on one hand the times I found a short/quick walk from gate to gate. I figured it was the FAA’s (Federal Air Administration) effort to make sure we got enough exercise after sitting on the keister for so long.

Love the pictures and stories of your visit. Sheeple art was fantastic. cannot wait to see some new video.
Will the MOnster welcome you back?